Nay, more, for my heart ached for confidence, I recounted the whole
story of my meeting with John Railton, and the struggle upon Dead
Man's Rock. Every word I told, down to the dead man's legacy--the
packet and letter which I hid in the cow-house. As the tale
proceeded my uncle's eyes grew wider and wider with astonishment.
But I held on calmly and resolutely to the end, nor after the first
shock of wonderment did he doubt my sanity or truthfulness, but grew
more and more gravely interested.
When I had finished my narrative there was a long silence. Finally
Uncle Loveday spoke--
"It's a remarkable story--a very remarkable story," he said, slowly
and thoughtfully. "In all my life I have never heard so strange a
tale. But the man must be caught. He cannot have gone far, if, as
you say, he was here at Lantrig only the night before last. I expect
they are on the look-out for him down at Polkimbra since they have
heard the captain's statement; but all the same I will send off Joe
Roscorla, who is below, to make sure. I must have a pipe, Jasper, to
think this over.
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